“OK campers, rise and shine, and don’t forget your booties ’cause it’s coooold out there today.”
Can anyone guess why that movie quote keeps running through my head today? Maybe if I add this clip, you’ll get the connection:
YEP, it’s Groundhog day here again (and again). I didn’t even know it was possible to get strep for a 3rd time in the span of about a month. It would almost be humorous if it weren’t so irritating/annoying/exasperating/embarrassing. My body has failed me. I’m clearly a walking germ capsule. I need to wrap myself in biohazard tape and volunteer my services to the government. Maybe they could use me to infect and wipe out ISIS.
I have a friend who told me that she kept getting strep to the point that she eventually learned to function with strep. As I was curled up in a sick coma the first two times I couldn’t fathom doing anything but pulling the sheets over my head, but what do you know, I might be getting used to this functioning at 50% thing. I didn’t bother going to the doctor today — I’m trying all the natural remedies possible instead: Emergen C immune booster drink, fermented cod liver oil, a concoction called “cold kicker tea” which is a fancy name for garlic, onion, vinegar, chile pepper and some other stuff all brewed together, an hour in the sun (to boost my vitamin D), homeopathy pellets and of course my standby of Motrin every 6 hours. Add in some tea and honey and I think I’ve covered all my bases. Yeah, I’m desperate.
I felt bad today, but not as if I was going to die like the previous 2 times. If it weren’t for Google telling me that I might suffer long term heart or kidney damage from untreated strep I would be perfectly fine waiting it out. We’ll see what tomorrow brings. I just pray that I can kick this thing before our trip to Paris at the end of the month.
